Final installment of this lovely story. Again, written for jamies. Thank you for taking the time to read this story.

-JazzyKat

"Finally," he hissed as he injected the sweet shot in. He felt the familiar embrace of warmth, but something felt wrong. It was too hot, different. A sudden panic rushed over him and Harry took off running full speed. Everywhere he turned he saw things out to get him. Finally he made it back to his house, and managed to climb up to his window with shaking hands. The window wouldn't budge open, and Harry panicked. He let go and fell down with a thump. Thankfully, Amy was awake and ran outside quickly and dragged his brother into his room. Amy noticed that Harry was shaking rather violently, so Amy pulled him close and started to stroke his hair to try and soothe him.

Harry eventually dozed off, and woke the next morning to petal soft lips on his. With great effort, Harry wrenched his eyes open to see Amy's smiling face looming overhead. Harry kissed back, and relaxed into the gentle warmth. Suddenly, it mattered not that Amy was his brother; the only thing that mattered was that Amy wanted him, too. Amy smiled into the kiss, before breaking the embrace and saying, "Mum and Dad are out in town today. Said they won't be back till midnight."With a coy smile, Amy grabbed Harry by his collar and dragged him to the bathroom.

They knew their relationship was beyond social norms, at least in the muggle world, but the boys took comfort in the fact that it was a common practice in the magical world. Both boys were unsure as to what to tell their parents would think. James and Lily absolutely abhorred any pureblood and or magical community common practices, insisting to live as muggles. They both knew that keeping their relationship from their parents would harm rather than help in the long run, so both of the boys waited until Harry had got an apartment should something happen.

Harry walked in, looking pale and wishing that he could shoot one before tonight's dinner. He let himself into Amy's room and collapsed into the desk chair with a weary sigh. He scrubbed a hand over his face and smiled as he felt Amy straddle his waist and kiss him. Harry put his hands on Amy's thin waist and said, "I've got the place settled out. Ready for tonight?"

Amy sighed and shook his head. Harry leaned forward and kissed Amy once again. "I want you to remember that whatever happens tonight, I love you. Okay?" he whispered urgently to Amy, pouring all of the truth, certainty and love into his eyes.

Amy smiled brilliantly and said, "I know. I love you, too. I'll go wherever you go. I have the emancipation papers in my pocket, already signed. All we'd have to do is mail them to Gringotts."

Harry sighed in relief and gently dislodged Amy from his lap. He reached out and ruffled Amy's hair, and said, "Go get dressed."

Later than evening as the whole family ate their supper seated at the small, round table, Harry took a deep breath and said, "Mom, Dad, we have to tell you something. Amy and I are in a relationship, and if you won't support us, we can support ourselves. I know it's odd, but I love him and he loves me."

Their reaction was immediate and Harry pushed Amy aside and shielded him with his body. Harry, taking James's hits to the face and chest, turned to Amy and said, "Grab the bags."

Amy rushed up the stairs, hurriedly grabbed the last bags of their things left in the house and ran back down stairs. He ran up to Harry, grabbed his arm, and with a loud gunshot, apparated them out of the house and into the new apartment.

Amy took his time cleaning Harry's wounds, cradling Harry's head in his lap and gingerly washing the cuts with a flannel. Harry tilted his head back, silently asking for a kiss. Amy shyly obliged him, breaking the kiss after a few moments to tend to the rest of Harry's wounds.

The next few weeks were highlighted by general acceptance by the wizardring world. Amy had mailed the papers to Gringotts, and the goblins were the first to congratulate the two on their relationship. Papers had soon gotten wind of the boys' status, and now neither Harry nor Amy could go out into the wizardring world without being hounded by reporters and paparazzi. The only paper that the boys would give an interview to was the Quibbler. Harry had taken a small job of repairing magical paintings, and was making quite a good sum of money for him and Amy to live off of. Harry had even managed to find another dealer in Luna Lovegood of the Quibbler. She was clean and reputable as a dealer, but above all, she was discreet.

All too soon, the boys settled into their new life style with minor bumps in the road. In time, those bumps were smoothed over, and the boys lived on peacefully. Harry finally got his head out of his ass and was going to propose to Amy. The only problem was that pureblood tradition stated that the head of the house had to approve of the union, so Harry sucked it up and had called James, fully expecting to be cursed and dumped back into the street. To Harry's surprise James and Lily were eager to see him and Amy again.

They had all agreed on having dinner, and now Harry was starting to regret ever asking about it. Nerves crept back up on him, but Amy somehow managed to sooth his irrational fears yet again. Dinner was a nice, but terse affair, with Lily looking sadly on James and Harry who both refused to meet each other's eye. After dinner, James finally managed to suck up enough courage to try and fix things up with his eldest son.

"Harry, could I talk to you in the living room for just a moment?"

Harry looked up tersely, but nodded in agreement and pushed away from the table to brush past James into the living room. James sat down on the loveseat and directed Harry to sit beside him. James waited until Harry was comfortable, then took a deep breath and began talking.

"Harry, I love you. I don't know if you know that, but I do. You were my first born, prongslet. Nothing can replace you in my heart. I got caught up in your brother and tried to split my time between the both of you, but I see now that I should have tried harder to make sure that you both knew that I love you. We were just so confused. You changed prongslet. Lily and I didn't know what to do to get the old you back. Then, when you saved Amy, I thought that I could change my ways and right my wrongs, but you were so angry, and Lily and I rarely saw you out of your room. I overreacted and I truly regret what I did. I am hotheaded and I let my pride get in the way. Then, when you and Amy announced that you two were together, I let prejudice get in my way of loving you both. I realize my mistakes and can only hope that you'll accept this old man's blessing and maybe in time, you can forgive me."

Harry drew a shuddering breath and realized that he'd started crying, "Daddy, I already forgave you. I- I was jealous that you were spending so much time with Amy and I wanted to make you mad, but every time that I would try, you would ignore me. I turned to drugs, Daddy. I messed my life up because I was jealous and petty. I rescued Amy and saw that you and Mom were trying to help, so I tried to quit. Nothing seemed to help, and then it got so bad, I just had to have more. I'm weak, Daddy. So weak." Harry sobbed as James leaned forward and embraced him.

For several long minutes they just sat there, rocking back and forth. Finally James pulled back and said, "Never weak, prongslet. Stupid sometimes, yes. Let us help you."

Harry nodded fervently and pushed himself back into James's embrace. Amy and Lily came into the living room to see Harry and James joking and laughing around. Lily and Amy went to snuggle up to their respective loves, and suddenly indecent attractions didn't seem so indecent after all.